Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 3

"Can someone get me Agent Bowles!?" the man beside me yelled down. At once, a few people stood up and scrambled around.

"I got it!" someone hollered, causing the others to slow down before heading back to their chairs. The agent next to me sighed, shooting me a look before turning towards me. I fully faced him, confusion washing over me. He stuck out his hand, and I shifted my gaze between his face and his hand. Slowly, I reached out and shook it.

"I never properly introduced myself. Director Jamison. I run this place," he introduced himself. I sent him a half-assed smile.

"And I'm Jac, but you already knew that," I responded, a slightly sarcastic tone invading my words. At that time, a man in a dark uniform took hurried steps towards us. His chin jutted out proudly. He stopped a few feet away from us, saluting Director Jamison.

"Sir, you wanted to see me, sir?" he answered strongly, raising his hands quickly in a salute before dropping it. Jamison rolled his eyes. 'I'm in such deep shit. I already know where this is going.' Came the worried whisper of a thought into her mind. A bit of confusion seeped into me as my eyes shifted between the Director and the agent in front of me.

"Cut the crap, Jerry. We haven't saluted since the 50s. More importantly, I thought I'd made it clear we have a 'no abduction policy'," Jamison growled out, a knowing, arching eyebrow raising towards his subordinate. I realized then that this was the man that was a part of the team that dragged me here.

'Yup, there it is...' I could practically feel the awkwardness ooze off the man as his stiff posture slackened. He looked down, his toe drawing patterns into the metallic tiles below us. He went from a cold soldier to a scolded kid in seconds.

"She wasn't cooperating. What did you expect us to do?" A sharp breath was inhaled by the director as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes in exasperation, deep wrinkles forming on his forehead.

"I'm trying really hard to see your side of the story, Jerry. I really am. But when your commanding officer gives you directions of 'get the girl, don't use force if she doesn't agree' you would listen. But no Jerry. You're on desk duty for the rest of the month. Again." Bowles' shoulders drooped in disappointment as his mouth formed a frown. His eyes went back up to meet Jamison's. They held a pleading look that I had only seen properly pulled off on animals.

"Awww man, come o-" he started to protest, but Director Jamison cut him off by pointing his finger off into the distance behind Jerry.

"God damn it, Jerry, just get to work," Jamison hissed, causing Jerry to straighten up quickly, salute him again, turn on his heels, and speed away. Jamison brought his eyes back to me, before gesturing behind me.

"Shall we head down to the bottom level?" he asked rhetorically, already heading towards the location where I assumed the stairs were.

Sure enough, we rounded a bend to see a flight of floating black stairs. We made our way down, Director Jamison first as we reached the bottom floor. People sent me wary looks, looking towards the Director to see if it was okay for me to see what they were doing.

'Who is this kid?'

'Isn't she a civilian? Why is she here?'

I massaged my right temple, my eyes squeezing shut as their thoughts invaded my mind.

"Hey, Director Jamison?" I bit out through gritted teeth, peeking my eyes open. He turned towards me, confusion furrowing his brow when he looked at me.